Deep in the Now
And Now Again
By Stephen Smoke
We tend to see
What we believe
And disregard the rest
When what we see
Just keeps us safe
Perhaps we miss the best
Such narrow sight
Makes thieves of men
Who counterfeit their time
And overlook
The masterpiece
A sad and subtle crime
Baptized in lies
When I was young
Submerged by my own hand
Yet I am blessed
To rise again
As Here and Now expand
Yes there are times
When I can see
What’s Now and Now again
And moments clear
Wash over me
Like tears that seek to mend
© 2002 by Stephen Smoke. All rights reserved.